Kaori's POV
We had finally arrived at the place where we were supposed to hunt monsters.
At least, that was what it was called.
Standing there and actually looking around, it didn't really feel like a proper "monster hunt." The atmosphere was strange—tense, heavy, like the air itself was aware that something was wrong in this region. It felt less like an adventure and more like a problem that had been left to rot for too long, until someone finally decided to deal with it.
Apparently, this whole area had become notorious. Monsters kept showing up again and again, almost as if the land itself was inviting them in. That was the reason there were so many people clad in armor wandering around. Everywhere I looked, there were leather straps, metal plates, worn cloaks, and weapons hanging from belts or resting on shoulders. Swords, spears, bows—tools meant for killing, all moving casually through what was once probably a peaceful road.
